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made as much clear to Henry too. Obviously she hadn’t. “A kiss was the last thing I expected. And let me tell you, it was damn awkward trying to talk my way out of it.” She cringed just thinking about it.
    “So you didn’t kiss him?” Charlie’s expression was fierce.
    “No. I definitely didn’t. And he wasn’t too happy when I explained I was only interested in friendship.”
    Charlie froze. “What do you mean he wasn’t too happy?” How he managed to sound both protective and jealous at the same time, yet still keep her at arm’s length Sarah had no idea.
    “I mean just that. He wasn’t happy, that’s all, and he said as much. Said he thought there’d been vibes between us. He was…” Sarah’s words died. “Geez, Char. Relax. You look as though you want to punch the poor guy.” And didn’t that just give her warm fuzzies right down in the center of her belly.
    “Don’t be ridiculous. Why would I want to punch him?”
    Why indeed? She let it go. “Anyway, I guess Henry and I won’t be friends after all.”
    Charlie’s shoulders sagged. “I guess you won’t.”
    “This is why I want to call off the bet. I don’t like being in this position. Don’t like having to reject men. It feels almost as bad as being rejected.” Yep, that was true. But it wasn’t the primary reason she wished to call off the bet. The primary reason sat opposite her, frowning. How could she be interested in dating other men, when all she really wanted was Charlie?
    “I’m sorry, Sarah. I never made this bet so you’d feel bad. I made it because I want you to understand how damn awesome you are.”
    She blinked. He called her Sarah? Charlie never called her Sarah. She was Sar or beautiful or Geek Girl . Not Sarah.
    Okay, that was it. She’d had enough of this new Charlie. Didn’t like the distance he’d shoved between them. Not one little bit. It was time to shorten it. Dramatically. Time to speak her mind, demand to know what was going on with him, why he treated her this way.
    Only the words froze in her mouth and refused to come out.
    Repressing a scream of frustration, Sarah had to think fast.
    If speech wasn’t her strong point right now, perhaps she could express herself in another way? Perhaps she needed to communicate with Charlie on a level he’d understand, a level he’d respond to.
    “You think I’m awesome?” Sarah asked as she stood up gracefully.
    Charlie looked at the wall. “As if you need to ask.”
    Now he couldn’t even look at her? “Apparently I do.” In one smooth sweep, she lifted her T-shirt over her shoulders, tugged it off and dropped it on the floor.
    “I do, Sar. I always have.” His voice was hoarse, but still he refused to look at her.
    It cut her deep. “Then why don’t you prove that to me right now?”
    Finally his gaze swung back to her and caught on her bare chest.
    Tonight she hadn’t bothered with the purple bra. She hadn’t bothered with any bra, and damn, was she grateful for that. After a week of not seeing him, she wanted Charlie’s hands on her, and the less clothing she had on impeding that goal, the better.
    Charlie’s reaction was immediate.
    Lust glazed his eyes and he collapsed back against the couch, his pupils dilating.
    She walked over to him, her stomach quivering—both from nerves and from need. “It’s been a while, Surfer Dude. I’m beginning to forget what your cock tastes like.”
    Charlie made a noise like a strangled groan.
    Sarah sank to her knees before him, pushing his legs apart so she could kneel between them. She nuzzled her face against his groin and forgot to breathe as he hardened beneath her cheek.
    “Sarah…don’t. Please.”
    His words shocked her, made her lungs seize.
    Charlie, asking her to stop?
    God, who was this man, this stranger, breaking her heart, ripping it from her chest?
    She almost listened. Almost saved what little pride she had left and raced from his unit. But his words were so at odds with his body’s